你似乎已经到了。你不知道是什么时候,但一定是不到一年的时间。应该不到一年的时间。你死了吗?你不确定。
当你在道路上行走时,成片的雨水打在你身上。你突然想到,在这个虚空中没有云,但雨只是落在透明的无限空间里,而不关心可能发生的事情。往下看,你看到城市的镜子在向下延伸。人们走过,彼此之间拉开距离。阴影在他们周围拉长,直到你无法再看到蓝色。你来到一个十字路口,向左拐。没有车辆在这些道路上行走,然而仍有高速公路。当你行走时,你来到港口,空旷的蓝色再次变得清晰可见。 当你看着它们经过时,船舶的概念让你感到困惑。它们似乎没有去任何地方,只是进入空旷的地方,然后又回来。你看着这种无意义的过程待了一段时间,最后你才意识到你应该给总部写一份信息。你掏出你的笔记本,开始写。
艾兰探索日志,第 1 条
我已经到达了目的地。 这个地方似乎是一个城市,有人类居住。 它是在一个虚空中,但不是我进入的那种。 一切都是蓝色的,似乎是不可能的清晰。 我在虚空中看不到任何东西。这里的人似乎很孤僻,互相害怕,也许还有别的东西。 它隐约让我想起了第11层,如果我没记错的话,除了建筑物更加破旧之外基本都相同。 这座城市似乎是自己的镜像,但镜像的版本不可能进入。
信息发出去了。你希望你仍然存在,可以继续发送信息。 他们仍然存在,以阅读它。 人们走过,刀口舔血,肉体不断融化和改变。这正常吗?你记不得了。 一滩友好的肉体和器官走过,用它那不存在的嘴对你说 “你好”。感觉有些不对劲,但你不能确切地说出它。 在远处,你看到一座灯塔。你觉得灯塔在那里很奇怪,在所有的地方都有,但当你走近时,你觉得它很正常。 那里有一场大火,尽管缺乏燃料或氧气,但不知为何没有蔓延或熄灭。 说到氧气,你不记得它的用途了。 这让人担心,因为你确实隐约记得它对人类生活应该是很重要的。你周围的人改变了形式,复制了自己,直到每条街道都充满了大量的人群。 这就是一直以来的情况。你看着灯塔的火焰映衬着蓝色的虚空,当人们相继穿过你。突然间,你想起了。 已经多少年了?你对自己说:"没有时间了,你不存在。没有时间了,你被困在时间里。两年过去了,你必须给总部回信,已经过去一千年了,他们都死了。时间并不重要。"不管你的想法如何,你现在必须回信,因为这是你唯一的目的,而目的相当于存在。你一定不能忘记。
艾兰探索日志,第 2 条
这个城市有一个港口,尽管它其实没有水。我注意到,当我稍微靠近中心的时候,建筑物变得越来越高质量,但我有一点问题。 我可以感觉到我的记忆和思想被改变了,我想请求我们换到后备队,或者我至少在外面休息一下。 我觉得我快疯了。
Aellan Exploration Journal, ENTRY 2 <re>:
Negative on the request to switch to the backup team, we need more information on the area first and simply sending in more people won't help. Remember the sanity retaining strategies.
You feel relief wash over you as you get the reply, at least HQ still exists. However, You don't know where you are. The people are stars and galaxies, filling up the void, and the buildings strike you as off, twisted in some way. You remember all buildings being this way, but you can't figure out why - it seemed much less architecturally sound than any other way of constructing buildings. Maybe, your thoughts are not correct. Either way, you should simply continue reporting what you can see. The galaxies and stars speak to you. "What are you?" You reply "A human". That is impossible, we are humans and you are not us. "Then what am I?" Nothing. With that, the galaxies fall silent. The rain is intensifying, flooding the empty streets. You take refuge in an abandoned building. Climbing to the top, you can see the entire universe stretching out in front of you. Unable to fathom what you are seeing, you manage to avert your eyes, and hide in the building. You pull out your laptop. You remember some sort of sense of purpose or importance correlated to it. Reading your past messages, you realize that you don't remember anything. However, it seems that your purpose is to describe this world you live in.
Aellan Exploration Journal, ENTRY
I don't remember anything, and I don't know how much time is passing. I'm realizing that both, knowledge and time, are useless constructions. I can't comprehend nor describe what's happening right now, it seems that my perception of reality itself is changing constantly. I don't know what reality is supposed to be, or if it even exists, but I do know that this place seems to be a generic city.
Aellan Exploration Journal, ENTRY <re>
What do you mean? We don't understand.
You close the laptop, and the sound of the rain seems to get louder. The building you're in no longer exists. A gigantic stream of a color you can't comprehend flows past, and both reality and the Backrooms seem to exist above you. You try to go to the Backrooms, your goal of reaching reality, forgotten, but you cannot. Everything exists in the same place, and you are trapped in that place. As you forget entirely what your mission was, you fade from existence.